It’s time to rant.

Well, maybe not rant, per se, since I’m not really angry. Just tired. Oh, so tired. Tired of what, you ask? Let me count the ways:

I’m tired of living vicariously through my daughter. Of going to bed thinking of her problems and waking up still thinking of her problems. Like, high school was over two decades ago for me. WTF?

I’m tired of walking that razor-thin line of being involved in my daughter’s life and allowing her to find he...